A gazillion years ago, I was a poet. I wrote, read and performed poetry everywhere. I loved books and revered words and devoured them nonstop. For the bulk of my life, words have been my only constant. But one day what I thought was love knocked on my door and love told me that me
Browsing category Three Little Birds
The “urban legend” that my family tells about the day of my birth is that, After my arrival, my dad ran from the labor and delivery room, to tell my brothers that he and my mother had finally gotten them a sister. A baby girl who was to be named… Eunice. Mercifully, my older brothers
A few weeks ago, LilDivaTV came home furiously waving a field trip form in my face. “Mommy, Mommy, can you come with us? Can you be the Class Field Trip Mom?” I was already to say, “HAYLE NAW!” But then I knew she would give me this face and… But what am I? A monster?
A few minutes ago, while mindlessly surfing the endless glut of perfect mommy mom blogs, I saw a widget that said ONLY 8 days to Christmas! You know, I knew that… But I didn’t KNOW that. Some of that is because I am deeply affected with No Concept of Time-Itis. I talk about it more
I wrote this ages ago with the intention of publishing it to XoJane. But if feels right here. Hello Internets… I’m sad. That’s really all I want to say. But Emily and Jane are so picky. You need content, You need a story… Uhhh Senam… You need some words. Picky, Picky, Picky…. But the
Yesterday while the kids played all around me, I sat blankly staring at my computer screen wondering how the fuck am I going to get myself out of this mess. Suddenly, out of nowhere Clay ran over to me and said, ” Mommy!!! I can’t wait for the NEXT Check Please Thingy… You’re Gonna WIN!